Nine Ages Of Woman - Poem by Irene ClarkHogg
Some say that three score years and ten
Count the life time of a man;
But I can beat him, I’m a woman.
I’ll reach one hundred if I can.
First I was an infant,
Screaming defiance from my bed,
Then my childhood, age of innocence,
Exploring life wherever it lead.
Throughout my youth I danced and sang
For music was my life,
But I gave up my freedom
When I became a wife.
Motherhood, a lifetime commitment,
I adored my beautiful boys.
At forty I threw out the tyrant,
And began playing with new toys.
I had lovers, not very many.
For none could claim my heart
Until at sixty I met my soul-mate,
And we swore we would never part.
Nine years of bliss, sweet happiness.
My handsome prince, and I his bride;
But fate stepped in, his sword aloft,
And tore him from my side.
Then came a time of tears and mourning,
I felt I could not survive;
But two loving men held me afloat.
My sons kept me alive.
Now I journey into the future.
To face it I must be bold,
Embracing the ninth age of woman,
And whatever it may hold.
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